'I'm so tired. My hands are going numb, and I'm running out of strength!'
Sword after sword.
In that short time, Yang Ziling had slashed at least ten thousand times.
It was a terrifying feat.
Moreover, such high-intensity, high-speed slashes placed an enormous strain on Yang Ziling.
She was reaching her limit.
Especially after Wang Xiyan noticed. When Yang Ziling forced herself to muster her strength and quicken her slashes, the feeling of powerlessness only grew stronger.
But she didn't stop.
'I can't stop. The moment I do, she'll find an opening and defeat me. Then the Profound Celestial Sect will have yet another reason to mock us. I cannot lose!'
Yang Ziling thought stubbornly.
As the Eldest Disciple of the Pure Yang Sword Sect's Inner Sect, she was proud.
She was also aware of her duties.
And possessed a strong sense of responsibility.
She couldn't bear to let her Sect lose to the Profound Celestial Sect again.
